The two men arrived at the temple unimpeded, but Zhao Yi was so tired and weak that he wanted to take off his coat. Surrounded by a sea of people, Zhao vaguely knew to buy a ticket to enter, found the ticket office, but saw the window closed. Only then did she learn that tickets for New Year's Eve were sold in advance, not on that day, and pilgrims were limited. Zhao Yi was stunned. She exhaled forcefully and raised her hand to smooth her hair a few times. I can't get in. Let's go. She said. Zhou Yang asked, "Why don't you look for a scalper?" Zhao Yi shook his head: "No need." Two people ride on their own again, the return journey speed slows down, Zhao Yi is not very able to ride. She acted on impulse, but the result was disappointing. Riding for a while, suddenly heard the bell from the distance, Zhao Yi suddenly stopped, Zhou Yang is the same, two people turned to look into the distance. Buddhists say that at the sound of the bell, trouble is light, wisdom is long, and Bodhi increases. The bell is ringing, and the lunar calendar 2016 is officially coming. There was only one person beside her, and she looked at him and said, "Happy New Year." "Happy New Year." Zhou Yang blurted out and delivered the first sentence of the New Year to each other with one voice. Zhao Yi smiled. Zhou Yang pinched the handlebars and said, "Let's go and find the scalper." Zhao Yi shook his head. "Do you know that the top of the mountain is the Temple of Wealth?" Zhou Yang shook his head. Zhao Yi said, "I don't want to worship Sakyamuni anymore. I want to worship the God of Wealth." "Can you enter the Temple of Wealth now?" Zhao Yi learned her lesson this time. She took out her cell phone and checked it. She said,silk olive tree, "The Temple of Wealth is not open these nights. It will be open in the morning." Zhou Yang said, "Then come back in the morning?" Zhao Yi nodded, "good." She added, "I want to rest for a while, but I can't ride any more." Zhou Yang was about to speak when he heard his cell phone ring. It's Zhao Yi's. When Zhao Yi saw the name of the call, he hesitated for a second to pick it up and said, "Jiang Dongyang?" The man on the other end of the phone smiled gently: "Happy New Year, Zhao Yi." "Happy New Year." Zhao Hui. Zhou Yang straddled his bicycle and stepped on the steps with one foot. He was still sitting on the stool. He took out a cigarette and lit it,silk ficus tree, turned to look at the roadside green belt, the mobile phone message prompted the sound several times, he smoked for a while, then took out his mobile phone to check. They were all zero-point blessings sent by Xiaoya and other people. He replied with a string of unified messages, and the phone calls over there were finished. Zhou Yang took off his cigarette, stepped on his pedal and said, "There's a bus stop ahead. Go and sit there for a while." Zhao Yi put away his cell phone and said, "Good." They rode to the platform, parked the car aside and sat on the bench to rest. Standing behind the bench is a huge billboard, but unfortunately there is a distance from the stool, Zhao Yi can not lean down. She pinched her calf. After sitting for a while, she thought, sure enough, she couldn't stop when she was most tired. Once she stopped, she couldn't run any more. Zhao Yi doesn't want to get up. She took out her cell phone, opened the video of the Spring Festival Gala and asked, large ficus tree ,fake blossom tree, "Watch it together?" Zhou Yang stamped out the cigarette butt and sat close to her. They looked down at the laughter in the program. The company's flow package has not expired, Zhao Yi flow is not used up, she watched a paragraph, and then play the next paragraph. Zhou Yang looked at it for a while and said, "I'll take it." Zhao Yi gave him his cell phone. The program has basically been seen, and there is nothing to see, but it is not boring for no reason. When the mobile phone power prompt is insufficient, Zhao Yi's eyelids have drooped down. Zhou Yang looked at her sideways. She hung her head, folded her arms around her coat, and was already sleepy. He didn't urge her to go back. Zhou Yang locked his cell phone and stared at her for a long time, perhaps after eating, drinking and riding a bicycle. Her cheeks were slightly red at the moment, and her breath was very light and fragrant. After a long time, Zhou Yang finally pulled down the zipper, opened the coat, and picked up one side to wrap her. Then he put his arms around her and wrapped her in his arms. Zhao Yi was sleepy, but he didn't fall asleep. But she didn't want to move. She kept her eyes closed. His coat was a big size, her back was no longer windy, her chest on the side of her head was broad and solid, and the temperature of the stove dispelled the chill of the night. Zhao really fell asleep, and when many people and cars gradually came to the road, she was woken up in a daze. At about one or two o'clock in the morning, it was estimated that they all came out of the temple. In the cold wind, there was incense, which made people more and more addicted and unwilling to wake up. She's still not moving. In a trance, there is a thin white silhouette floating under the street lamp, floating slowly, and the picture seems to be frozen. Zhao Yi raised his eyes, I do not know when, the night sky was dancing with snowflakes. Snow in spring.. There was no wind, and occasionally a few grains of snow drifted into the platform and dissipated in the world in a blink of an eye. Zhou Yang hugged the person in her arms, held her curled and folded hands, and gently stroked them. The cold hands gradually became warm. Zhao Yi stiffened slightly and closed his eyes. When she came to her senses, it was still dark, the petals of snow were floating gracefully, and there was a faint layer of white on the road. She looked up slowly as the breath above her head burned. Zhou Yang still held her in his arms and held her hands in the palm of his hand. He rubbed his thumb lightly against the pale mark on the back of her left hand and looked her in the eye. "Good morning," he whispered. “…… Morning. A "Zao" is close to each other's lips. The two men quieted down and neither spoke again. After a while, Zhao Yi heard each other's breathing gradually become heavy, and her waist was tightened. The light was dim and the snow was curling. She held her breath and pressed her lips down. Swish- "" From the street came the sound of a broom scraping the ground with great force. Zhao Yi suddenly turned his head and raised his hand to comb his hair. Zhou Yang tightened his hand, strangled her waist, and then let her go. Sanitation workers swept the road, and early in the morning, the cold air hit people, and the fog was scattered in the air. "It's almost half past five," said Zhou Yang. “…… So early? "Would you like to find a place to eat first?" On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I guess I can't find a shop that opens so early. Zhou Yang inquired about the sanitation workers. When he came back, he shook his head. Zhao Yi wrapped his overcoat tightly and said, "Are you hungry?" "Not hungry, are you?" "I'm not hungry either." Zhao Dao, "why don't you go up the mountain now?" Zhou Yang nodded: "Good." No one climbed the mountain as early as they did. They worshipped the God of Wealth on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, they were the only two people on the mountain path. It was too early,silk cherry blossom tree, the cable car was not open, and they had to walk more than a thousand steps up the mountain, so they walked very slowly. hacartificialtree.com